The Fighter - Zayn Malik Featuring

Candle Light

When I woke up I flushed crimson. I had been leaning on Zayn's shoulder! I pulled away, slightly dazed. I took of his jacket and returned it as the train halted at the station. We got off into the bustling but quiet night streets, slapped harshly by a blast of cold air. I had to get back home, I thought. 

"Zayn, my house is just a few blocks away. See you tomorrow at rehearsal, ok?"

He smiled warmly.

"Ok, hope you had some fun today."

We turned around and left, simply like that.

I turned back, I owed him something.

"Zayn?"

"Yeah?" He turned around.

I lifted myself on my toes and put my arms around his neck and gave him a hug. He hugged back. 

"Thank you."

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That night I stayed in the shower for a long time, feeling slightly woozy. It was my getaway. There was nothing to see but fogged glass. Nothing to smell but cherry shampoo clinging to the steam, nothing to feel but the comforting warmth and nothing to hear but the tranquil clashing of water onto the tiles. 

For once I felt good.

That night I ate my dinner. Not just bits and pieces but the entire plate. Mum was pleased. I listened to some of my old favourite songs, ones that were piled under my bed in dust. I rang up Jenny to ask her how she was. She moved from Wishleburg after Amelia's death. We talked for hours, sharing stories of the pain after we got seperated. We laughed a bit about old times, trying to keep calm and stable, but when I was about to hang up, I heard Jenny mumble through tears.

"You have no idea Skye, it's so hard now. Nothing's the same, it will never be the same. We will never sit in your rusty truck in Summer and never jump off that rock into the South beach with Amelia ever again. I live almost eight hours drive from you and I might not even see you again. This is the first time you called, Azure and Tash never did."

I bit my lip. Hard. Don't start. Please. I didn't want to start. I new I would never stop.

"Jen, I know we are in a terrible situation, and I've told you what happened with Dad and Scotch. Sometimes, we have to accept that Amelia's out there somewhere, her bubbly laugh and all, watching down on us, pleased in what she sees. She is safe, she is complete. So is Scotch, who I only lost months ago. He too is out there, complete. We have to remember that things happen for a reason and things happen for the good. If things didn't change, nothing new would happen. Maybe I will never see you again. But that doesn't mean brighter things can happen again."

I said, my fingers shaking. I couldn't believe it. Was I that strong?

"I know, Skye. Thanks, I love you." She hang up. I let go.

The phone rang again, I couldn't be bothered. After the second time, I picked up.

"Hello?" My voice was shaking.

"It's Zayn...I just wanted to know if you're home."

"I am... almost asleep now."

"Your voice sounds shaky. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Lie.

"Is everything ok Skye?" 

"Yep." Double lie.

"Ok...Oh and I adjusted the schedule for tomorrow after 5.30, ok?"

"I'll be there." I smiled though I knew he couldn't see.